Claiming The Remnant

Chapter 39

[ Garrett ]

"Hold on, hold on." I said, stepping in front of the doorway. "Let's have a conversation and after that if you still want to storm off, fair enough. This is something we are trying together for the first time, right?" Willis gave me a slow but angry nod. "You want something, I don't. Why does that automatically make you persecuted, the 'victim' as it were and me the villain? Am I not allowed to have preferences? Things I like and dislike?"

"It's not… it's just I really need this." They gave me a guilt stricken look. With a careful hand I held their face, rubbing one soft delicious lip with my thumb.

"I know, I see that my butterfly. You should have told me." I felt heavy in myself, sad that they hadn't felt comfortable telling me. "I want to give you everything that you need. I'm more than happy to scratch this itch but," I took in their beautiful blue eyes, "there is more than one way to feel the wind in your hair."

"Garrett - I…"

"Captain, Captain." I repeated, when they looked lost. "Let me give you what you need. Trust me. Give me control." I waited as they fought with themselves. Willis seemed hesitant. "Is, is this something you need to get elsewhere?" Bile was rising in my throat, my heart had leapt off a cliff and I felt like I'd exposed every nerve in my body. If Willis needed this so badly I wouldn't deny them, it just couldn't be at my hand.

"No, Captain. I want you. I need you. I trust you, Captain." The instant the last word crossed Willis's lips I moved. My hand slipped from cheek to nape as I span them to face away. The years of training had me using muscle memory to push Willis onto their knees.

“Stay.” I said forcefully. Flying round the room I grabbed a candle, matches, a belt and a pair of cuffs. The cuffs made me hesitate. I had three pairs; one normal and two imbued. Normal wasn’t going to cut it, the syphoning pair wasn't strong enough so it had to be the one that would switch off their magic. Considering Willis had, only moments ago, begged me to cut them it was likely to be a nonissue for them but it was on the edge of my comfort zone.

Once the candle was lit I took the belt looped it through the buckle and slipped it over Willis’s wrist. One firm yank had it tight. I brought their arm up over their head, bending the elbow. With one hand I pressed in the centre of their back, hard, forcing Willis to arch. With the other hand I pulled on the belt stretching their arm down behind them. Once the stretch was at its limit I stepped on the end on the belt and used my knee to keep the forced arch.

“What’s the safe word?” I demanded in a low voice. We hadn't needed one before, leaning on communication instead. My feeling was it would be better if Willis picked right now as it was more important that they remembered it.

“Lark, Captain.” The response was immediate.

“And if you want to pause but not stop?” I asked, pulling on the raised elbow just a little. Willis didn’t answer straight away, making me realise that a pause word wasn’t something they had used before. The thought was maddening. My poor, beautiful butterfly had not been treated right.

“Boat, Captain.”

“Good.” Roughly I gripped Willis's short hair and tugged their head back so that they were staring up at me. “Lark is stop. Boat is pause. March is continue.”

“Yes, Captain.” Willis’s words came out strangled from how their neck and chest was stretched. The way their lean body was posed and under my control had me salivating. My hand cupped their exposed throat, firm fingers pressed into their jaw. I could feel every breath rasping beneath my palm. Soon it would be ragged, raw, hitching as the intricacies of pleasure and pain would combine.

Untangling my hand from the soft hair I grabbed the candle. Willis’s eyes glowed with anticipation and a little fear. Slowly, like the first snowflake drifting from sky to earth I tipped it. My butterfly was impatient, whining and arching harder.

“Shhh, easy, hold still.” I used the elbow of the arm holding the candle to press against the arm that was pulled over their back, deepening the stretch and forcing them to stillness. Willis whimpered. I let up just a little not trusting that they would actually let me know that it was too far.

My butterfly moaned in delight as the first drops of hot wax tumbled through the air hitting their thigh. Then on their stomach. The shorter the distance between the wax leaving the candle and hitting flesh the hotter it would be. Slowly I dripped it higher on their body, until Willis hissed.

“Hotter, Captain.” Willis begged. “Bb-urn me.” They demanded when they realised I wasn’t bringing the droplets any higher on their body. This was a safe space, I was in control, I wasn’t going to burn them but it was ok for them to demand it. They could demand anything they want but it didn’t mean I was going to do it.

My hand climbed their throat and hard fingers prodded at Willis’s mouth. Hooking my fingers in I used their mouth to twist their head to one side. Saliva coated my fingers as Willis drooled. My body pulse as I brought the candle close to their neck letting them feel the heat of the flame but not causing them any harm. Sweet gasps and moans tumbled over my intruding fingers. I could see Willis’s d**k twitching, rock hard with a shining bead of liquid at the end.

Breathing deeply to steady myself I took the candle high in the air before very, very carefully tipping a small drop of hot wax right onto Willis’s pulsing member. They jerked and cried out. I dripped a little more.

“Yes, f**k yes, Captain.” Willis’s words came with elation and a wet garbled-ness from my thick fingers being inside their mouth. My own mouth was watering. The need to bite, to have Willis’s flesh between my teeth was so strong. The body beneath me trembled and shook. Sucking a ball of spit onto the edge of my lip; I let it cool before rolling it off.

Willis yelped at the temperature change as my cold spit hit their lower abdomen. Wasting no time I followed it with copious amounts of the hot wax, pouring it in a thick line over their flat toned abs.

“Agh, Ye Gods.” Willis’s free hand reached up for me, clawing at the air. Now the candle was devoid of hot wax I placed it down. My newly free hand slapped around the thin wrist and I brought the wiggling fingers to my mouth. Our groans filled the air as I sucked Willis’s fingers and bit the pads hard. I was so close to breaking the skin. My own control was on a tightrope.

Fuck.

I stepped off the belt, removed fingers from respective mouths and pushed Willis roughly forward. There was only just enough time for them to catch themselves. If I’d shoved even the tiniest bit harder they would have smashed their face off the floor.

“Face against the floor, hands on your thighs.” A feral edge sharpened my growling voice as I looked at Willis, their tight little ass high in the air wiggling as they shifted around to obey. Of its own volition my tongue darted across my lips. Willis’s c**k was swinging heavy and hard between their legs. The cuffs clinked and jangled. Willis shuddered knowing what was coming - except they didn’t. They wouldn’t be expecting imbued cuffs. Let alone nullifying ones.

Willis sucked in a sharp breath as the icy metal snapped around their wrist, a wrist red from how hard I’d been gripping it.

“Deep breath, Willis.” I said poised to shut the cuff around the other wrist. Willis obeyed. The click was loud in my ears. My heart hammered. Willis thrashed and cried out as the cuffs severed their access to that special, unique part of them; magic.

“s**t, s**t, oh, Ye Gods. No, no, no. Oh, f**k it hurts.” Tears rolled down Willis face and part of me was a vomit inducing ball of regret. I was hurting them. I hated it. The safe word floated in my mind - I was tempted.

“Easy, easy Willis.” I soothed, rubbing their back and speaking over their whimpering and cursing. “Breathe, the safe words are there if you need them.”

“NO!” They cried out, body taut and glistening with sweat. “Don’t. Stop. Sooo f*****g good. C-captian.” They panted in strangled desperation. Fire raged inside me. Before I knew what I was doing I had slid the belt from where it was still looped around Willis wrist, I folded it and let it sing through the air. With a deafening crack it slapped across flesh. Willis jumped and squeaked but it was my own arm I had brought it down on.

Too hard.

Blood came to the surface instantaneously, a violent red welt across my skin. I hit myself again, tempering the force and enjoying the sound of the snap and the way Willis butt cheeks clenched. Better. A soft pink line that wouldn’t leave a bruise.

With a heated hand I massaged the perfect and tempting ass before me while lightly running the belt along their shaking leg. I felt wild and unashamed by the rising animal inside me. Willis was expecting the belt across their ass, oh, that was coming and soon but I was a beast untamed. Before Willis I’d never sucked c**k, never even desired to hold that velvety flesh in my mouth and now faced with that pucker between their cheeks a new desire was growing.

My feral mind had taken over. With vigour I crushed my face into the split, licking, sucking and scraping my teeth across their twitching asshole. Willis bucked and squealed, neigh - shrieked in delight. I gripped my c**k, working the shaft and rubbing my own salty bead of anticipation over the tip.

“Captain, Captain.” Willis chanted. Their hands, despite the way they were chained behind their thighs, tried to reach for their own p***s.

“No.” I growled into their ass, pinching their inner thigh and then their balls. Willis yipped. I growled more, my chest rumbling, my d**k solid, hot and desperate in my hand. Willis was my world; my soul was raging trying to melt out of my body and into theirs. Feeling savage and unrestrained I lapped at the sweat that pooled on their lower back, stinging salty nectar gathered in the dimples. If my mind wasn't so consumed I would have felt embarrassed, disgusted but the rightness in this moment was overwhelming.

The taste of them fresh on my tongue I moved back and raised the belt. It made a quiet whoosh and slapped gently on the swell of their rump.

“Harder. Please, Ye Gods Captain, I want it harder.” Willis demanded. “f**k!” The word punched through the air as the belt bounced off Willis’s ass. I rubbed the bright pink line before bringing it down again. “H-hurts.” They whimpered, shuddering and squirming. I bit the ass in front of me and slapped it again with the belt. Willis screamed. I looked at the line. I’d hit them too hard. That would leave a mark.

I tossed the belt to one side not trusting myself with it. A strange guilt that bordered a feeling of pleasure warmed me as I kissed along the line I had inflicted.

“SHIIIIT.” Willis yelled, suddenly thrashing. “Oh, f**k, f**k, these cuffs are the shit.” Their whole body clenched with a wave of pain making the muscles more prominent.

“Do you want more?” The question slipped out before I had thought it through.

“Moooore, please, Captain. Give me more.” Willis moaned. I got the syphoning cuffs. It was like I was another person as I clipped the second set around one ankle.

“Breathe.” I hissed and clicked the other side shut.

Willis struggled, their thin body writhing as they struggled to catch their breath. Gripping their hip hard with one hand I started working a finger into their ass as they wiggled. My eyes watched hungrily as I thrust in and out, stretching and preparing Willis to take my length. I added a second finger and then a third. Willis was all over the place torn between the deliciousness of my fingers pumping into them and the pain of the cuffs crushing and stealing their magic. Profanities punctuated with cries of ‘stop’ and ‘don’t stop’ coloured the air.

“Boat.” Willis said suddenly. I stopped what I was doing and unlocked the syphoning cuffs. “No, don’t.” They breathed. “I just need, I just need, need to catch my breath.” I clipped it back and they grunted.

“Water?”

“Please.” My butterfly whispered. I returned swiftly, pulling Willis up from the floor so I could put the mug to their lips.

“Here, my precious butterfly, drink.” I held Willis tenderly as they sipped. “Is this ok? Am I giving you what you need?” This hiatus was the perfect opportunity to check in.

“Ye God, I didn't know it could be so good. Could I persuade you to bring the belt back?” The words were accompanied by a hopeful lick of their lips and a brightness in their eyes. I chuckled.

“No more today.” I sighed into the scent of their skin. “I’ll get a riding crop or a paddle for next time.”

“I like that, I like that it’s not a no.” Willis purred as my fingers trailed their side. “Agh, I can’t believe you have these cuffs hanging around. They really pack a punch.” My butterfly groundout and leant into me.

“You want to carry on?” Soft words on my lips as I held them.

“More than anything… what was the word? March?” Willis laughed. “Mmm, can, can you call me Joseph now?” A little worry was cradled in that sentence.

“Of course, Joseph it is.” I nuzzled his neck. “You want it rough still, Joseph?”

“Yesss.” He breathed, a whisper of pain drawing the word out. “March, Captain.”

I scooped him up and deposited his quivering body on the bed face down. The pause had made me a little softer in my mind and I couldn’t bring myself to crush him down against the cold hard floor again. Once I had Joseph positioned I grabbed the candle. Joseph was moaning low and hard leaning into the flow of pain.

“Breathe.” I rumbled again standing over Joseph. His ankles were chained together, his ass in the air, chained arms resting on his back with his shoulders and face pressed into the mattress. Squatting over his ass I pressed my hot c**k to the special spot. I spat into his crack.

“Beg, Joseph. Beg for my thick, juicy c**k to pound your tight ass.” Air hissed over my teeth as I breathed my own anticipation. My arm shook as I was holding the candle. I wanted to pour it, watch the hot wax splatter and dribble over their back. Groaning, I dragged my c**k through the spit and pushed the head just inside. Joseph’s breath hitched and he tried to push his ass up for more.

“Captain, please, put your d**k in me. Fill me up. Destroy my ass.” He whimpered and begged. “f**k me, use me, c*m inside me.” Grabbing the chain that connected his wrists I tugged like pulling a horse's reins. Humm, next time.

“Take my c**k, Joseph, my naughty little prisoner.” As I forced myself down into the tight heat of him I began pouring a slow stream of molten wax in a spiral.

“f**k, oh f**k, sssshhiit, hu hu h-harder, harder!” He cried out. The candle was spent, I blew it out, spat on the wick to be sure and dashed it across the room. Utilising my body weight I dropped into him making his fingers curl into claws. “Ram me! Split me in two.”

Moving position I pushed Joseph's legs together and dropped my knees either side, thrusting hard a couple of times before pressing him flat against the bed. Lost in the deep pleasure I pumped and thrusted and hammered that tight ass. Joseph cussed and cried and moaned, helpless and at the mercy of my desire.

“Gg-ggaarrett.” He screamed into the mattress finding his release, hard.

“Almost, almost…” I panted, praying Joseph wouldn’t call any of the safe words.

“Fuuck, I’m gonna c*m again.” He keened before biting the sheets and bucking violently.

“J-jo,sse.” I sucked in a huge breath, all my muscles spasmed and I came inside him with a grunt. The world was a symphony, a riot of brilliance as I soaked against the heat of his back, our intense session making me feel like I was glowing.

“Garrett? You done babe?” Joseph said in a strained voice.

“Yeah, that was amazing, my butterfly.” I kissed his shoulder.

“G-good, lark.” He kind of laughed and cried at the same time.

“Shit.” I climbed off him, fast. The nullifying cuffs came off first. Joseph relaxed and I rubbed his wrists, soothing the skin. Then I removed the syphoning ones from his ankles. “Better?” I rubbed them too and pulled him into a hug. Stroking his chest, his hair, his face making sure he knew I cared, that everything that had come before had been play.

“Yes.” He tiredly put his face against my chest. “That was perfect. No one… ever um, not without er...” He sounded so sad.

“Please don’t ever let anyone hurt you again my butterfly.” I kissed his head. “See, I told you, you can have what you want. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, not that I wouldn’t cause pain if you wanted.”

“Thank you. You really do wear many shoes.” He chuckled.

“Humm, yes, I like these shoes, this role. Not that I get to play very often.” I teased. “Can we talk about what happened to inspire today's activities?”

“Do we have to…?” Joseph complained.

“Well, no…” I rolled my eyes. “but I would like to. I want us to be open, to share, like if you shared that Willis liked a rough and tumble sooner then you wouldn’t be so pent up. Tell me my butterfly, what is it that upset you?”

“Taiya told me I was a bitch.” Joseph griped. I took a slow breath.

“Joseph…” I braced myself, “were you being a b***h?” He stiffened and then relaxed.

“Yeah, I suppose I was.” Joseph gave in with a huff.

“What else?” I hugged them closer as they shivered slightly.

“I’m just sick of it all, I spend all day with her. Three months, three f*****g months and she hardely says anything to me, acting all high and mighty, reveling in her pretense and giving me nothing. I’m bored out of my mind, my, m-my hair…” His voice broke. “I can’t look like me when I want to, I feel like I’m drowning in being Josephine. It’s weird, you're going to think I’m weird.”

“I’m here, I’m listening.” I missed their powder blue hair too. Hair dye that would infuse with hair of any magic shade was hard to come by and very expensive but it had to be done. Jo wouldn’t have been able to continuously conceal with magic for the length of time required and it had been agreed that ‘Lady Esther’ would be more forthcoming if she thought her companion in the castle didn't have magic.

“It’s, ahhh f**k, instead of being Josephine when the feeling takes me I’m pretending to be her most of the time and it’s twisting me up inside. It’s not the same as when I’m putting on a persona and using my magic to look like someone else. I am me pretending to be me and it’s weird and I hate it!!” An angry breath shuddered out of him. “To top it off everyone is bowing and scraping and calling her ‘Lady’. Why couldn’t I be Lady Josephine? AND she has been calling me Jojo. Doesn’t remember my ass. Preying on everyone's sympathies. Ye Gods!! How the f**k is she holding that shift so f*****g long? She could look like anyone - anyone and she chooses to look like that pathetic bag of bones.”

“Better?” I asked when he didn’t say anything for a good minute.

“You know what? It actually is. Ye Gods you’re perfect.” Joseph kissed my cheek. “I’m starving. Let’s get food.”

“Food sounds good but… I gotta check. Are you in trouble?” I tried to sound non confrontational.

“Can’t say for sure… she demanded I leave so… I did but well, I’ve f****d up a lot our King might not be feeling as gracious this time…” Joseph muttered and mumbled his way through.

“Come what may, I’m here for you.” I kissed his lips. “Food then, you want me to cook?”

“Ye Gods, no!” He laughed. The sound was so beautiful.